Alright so this one is less of a letter/poem and more a story that's been fucking me up a little more than it probably should. First off I would like to clear up that I'm not a very superstitious person. I don't have much reason to believe in ghosts or heaven or hell, or God, Satan, or any other religious or superstitious beliefs. I prefer the scientific approach. But this dream seriously has me fucking terrified and has for a few days. Have you ever had one of those dreams that sticks with you for life? An absolutely terrifying nightmare that kept you up for weeks and still sometimes makes you nervous to turn your lights out before bed, or keeps you away from the basement? I can only account for 2. One of them hasn't bothered me for quite some time, and is more funny than scary now that I look back on it ( although 5 year old me would disagree) and the other one still leaves me freaked out sometimes. Well a few days ago, I had a third dream that will probably never leave my mind. And much like the second dream I had, the one that I still find unsettling, it's about the supernatural. No, not the TV show. My dreams involving Sam and Dean are WAY more pleasant. I mean ghosts. Spirits. This time, a Demon. Again, I don't believe in any of that shit, it's too unrealistic. But anyways, in this dream I was in my living room with my family. It was really late at night, but we had company. A woman who in the dream I think was a family friend but in real life I don't know who she is. Anyways, like house guests tend to do, she told us she drew a pentagram somewhere in our house. Right away I jumped up and started looking for it, warning her that if it was in my little sister's room I'd kill her. My sister was in her bed sleeping and my mom ran in to wake her up. In real life my mom is very much a Christian, so of course in my dream she was too. She wanted us out. Anyways, I was right behind my mother, but just as she turned into my sister's room I stopped dead in my tracks. The whole house went pitch black. I glanced into my room, as the door was open for some reason. (I tend to leave it closed) and at the foot of my bed, was a pentagram. With something rising out from the center of it. I yelled at my mom to hurry up, then crouched down behind a corner, peeking my head out to watch as this... thing silently, slowly, rose out from the floor. Here's something that really set the fear factor. I've been in my house when it was pitch black multiple times. I'm pretty good at finding my way around in the dark. Especially when I know where all the walls and tables are. But I've never had spacial awareness in a dream. If I bump into a wall in a dream it usually just disappears. But not this time. I felt my body pressed against the corner of the wall peering into my room, where the Scarface lamp I have on my tv stand glowing dimly on its lowest setting was the only light I could see. I was painfully aware of the other side of the wall merely 2 feet from me. I knew how confined I really was to this hallway, and how easily this monster could grab me. It was within a few meters from me. If it wanted to, it could have me in a small two steps. And as it finished ascending from the pit of hell that was somewhere below my bedroom, I cowered behind the wall. Unfortunately not fast enough. The demon had just enough time to look me straight in the eyes. It had disgusting, large, black, twisted horns on its head, resembling in a way the witch from Maleficent, or a large rams horns. And a disfigured human like face, except for its eyes... I met it's gaze, it's eyes shone with the darkest, yet brightest, orange and yellow glow, yet I could still make out its pupils. White. Pure white pupils, but black eyes. Completely reversed from what they should be, and topped with the horrific glow that I can't close my eyes without seeing. As I'm writing this, I'm staring right where this thing came from the ground. I'm staring at where the five pointed star was painted in thick, blood red paint merely nights ago in my dream. I feel uncomfortable keeping my back turned to it. Like the same exact monster will come back and finish what it was going to just before I woke up in a freezing cold sweat of which I didn't even feel from the first ghost related dream I had a few years ago. This entire feeling is so much more powerful. Sheer terror. Panic, fear, worse than I knew capable of feeling every time I lay my head on my pillow, surrounded by what used to be comforting darkness, turned to thoughts of demons and monsters lurking under my bed and in my closet waiting for me to fall asleep to creep out from hiding and haunt my dreams again. Or maybe I'm reading too much into this. Maybe it was just a rough night and my brain was all over the place. I mean, I don't believe in anything after death, so how could anything haunt me? Dreams don't have meaning. That was nothing more than my brain deciding to be a prick and send me through a fucked up dream. I mean, I've been through my fair share of scary movies, video games, haunted houses and scary stories. Nothing within the past few months but being so close to halloween and being my first year not doing anything to celebrate it, maybe thats what my subconscious came up with. It makes more sense than some dead thing living in a fiery pit under the ground wandering through my dreams. That's impossible. Anyways, just figured I'd share how fucked up my mind can be. Thanks for reading!